"And yet with the rust." Xander wiped his hands off on the towel she gave him, and then looked around the kitchen. "I'll call a guy I know for you -- hopefully you can get a union rate for the labor. Cheap yet trustworthy."

"That's good news." Tara took the towel back, wrinkling her nose at the grot that was all over it, Xander's face, and the floor. "Maybe we'll just leave this for Dawn to clean up."